"Come in and sit down," Rong Haiyue extended his hand to greet them, "Just arrived?"
"Um."
"Have you eaten?" Rong Haiyue took the gift handed over by Li Sicheng.
"I have eaten. I just ate in the hotel."
Su Qianci answered. As soon as she was welcomed in, she was attracted by the photos on the large cabinet at the door at first sight.
It was an enlarged family photo.
Rong Anna was smiling like a flower, Rong Haiyue had a faint but satisfied smile on his face, and on the far right of them, the woman's expression seemed a little distant and cold, which seemed out of place in this photo.
"That's my wife." Rong Haiyue explained, "Doesn't she look a bit like you?"
"Rong Xuan." Su Qianci said, "It turns out that she was at Kangcheng Hospital last time to see you."
"You met her?"
"Well, when I first visited you in the hospital that night, I ran into her in the hallway, and she seemed a little standoffish."
"She's always like this," Rong Anna smiled and served them tea. "The nanny has gone home for the New Year. I'm not very good at making tea, so don't be disgusted."
"This is my daughter, Rong Anna. She is twenty-one years old this year, probably one or two years younger than you. She can be considered your sister. Maybe you can become good friends."
"If she's 21, she's the same age as me," Su Qianci felt like she was being called old. "I'm 21, and my birthday is in October. I'm not much older than her, right?"
Rong Haiyue was stunned. "Aren't you Song Yifan's daughter? You should be 22 or 23 years old, right?"
Rong Xuan only returned to him 22 years ago. Based on Su Qianci's face, it can be concluded that she is his daughter. If it is her child with Song Yifan, then the child must be at least 22 years old. How could it be 21
"What's her age got to do with you?" A cold voice came in, and the sound of high heels rang out. "You're so old, and you still want to eat young grass?" The voice was cold and not polite at all. It even carried a hint of contempt. "She is the same age as your daughter, Rong Haiyue, you are too crazy."
Everyone turned around almost at the same time and saw the lady who was dressed elegantly and gorgeously.
Rong Xuan was wearing a royal blue cashmere coat, a thick cheongsam that reached her ankles, and high heels that were at least 5cm high, looking elegant and noble.
"Rong Xuan..." Rong Haiyue shouted, and a terrible guess had already occurred in his mind, "Could it be..."
"You guys go back," Rong Xuan looked at Li Sicheng and Su Qianci, "We need to take care of our family affairs. It's not convenient for outsiders to be here, so I won't send you off."
Su Qianci looked at her and couldn't help but compare her to Rong Xuan in Song Yifan's photo.
Thinking about how Song Yifan had lived these years, I felt a surge of anger in my heart.
Su Qianci stood up and asked, "Rong Xuan, are you Rong Xuan?"
Rong Xuan obviously had no intention of paying attention to her and had a cold expression on her face.
"My grandma asked me to tell you something when I see you."
Rong Xuan turned her head and looked over. Her cold face showed a hint of emotion. She asked, "Your grandmother?"
"She is my father Song Yifan's mother. She asked you: You have been the daughter of the old Song family for several years, but you destroyed everything in the old Song family. Do you regret it?"
(End of this chapter)